Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.

Chorus:
Glo————ria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo————ria, in excelsis De–o!

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?

Come to Bethlehem, and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

See Him in a manger laid:
Jesus, Lord of heav’n and earth!
Lend your voices, lend your aid,
With us sing our Saviour’s birth.